LVII

Chapter 57: To Love Is To Let Go

<6th Day Of Sixth Month Of 1081st Year of Lisbon Calendar>

But Cahill is a migrator. He took over his body. Then Pendragon's soul… What happened to it?

Did this migrator disperse it forever?

I'm not sure, however the more I think about it, the more I do not want to be this Prince's bride. In fact, I feel some

pain? Anger? Discomfort?

Two different men with the same face and voice confessed to me. I will not accept the second just to heal the wound left behind by the first. Even the thought I had before the arena fight must have stemmed from my memories of the first. 

"W- Not going to even think it over?" He says in a hurry but I ignore it. "No hesitation? Am I that unworthy?"

"I am not undermining your emotions for me but, I'm afraid they are misplaced." I state. "WE can't be a thing."